While speaking, footsteps were messy, and several people rolled or crawled from the trench. They knew each other. They were all subordinates of the Shanxi Green Camp who was appointed as the admiral of Zhang Yunlan. They were soldiers from the Third Battalion and the Ninth Battalion of the Yong character in Jinzhou. They could not call each other's names, but they all felt familiar and smiled at each other, which was considered to be greeting, "How about it, brother?"

"Not good! Team Master just died.**" Zhao Guzheng explained a few simple words, "The master has an order to take down the three trenches in front of him and enter Hegang Prefecture City. Now it seems that there is not much problem."

"The manager in our camp also has the same order." The person who spoke, Gao, was also a team leader. Unlike Zhao, he was a serious official position, but the former was temporary commander of the front line. Because of this, Zhao was in front of the opponent and always felt half short, "Then, Brother Gao, what do you think of the playing style?"

"I have nothing to say, but it's better to do what you guy just now! I saw it behind me just now, it's a man!" Gao Captain said, "You and your brothers are behind me, I will lead people forward. We have the turn of merit. What do you think?"

"It's OK! Just listen to Brother Gao." After promising, Captain Gao felt extremely proud. He stretched out his legs and kicked his subordinates who were sitting in disguise, and cursed with a smile, "I'll do all my lazy tendons to move you, it's time to set off."

He gathered the soldiers together, Gao said, "Wait a moment to rush out, and the brothers behind us will provide fire support. They rushed forward and greeted them with the fire grenades. Have you heard it?"

Everyone had nothing else to say, but just held the rifle in their hands tightly. Gao Qiaozheng nodded, took a few deep breaths, first placed the rifle on the edge of the trench above his head. He supported his hands and floated out, then picked up the rifle and strode forward!

Dozens of soldiers in the company followed the figure of the chief officer. They jumped out of the trench, fired all the way, and moved forward. Three companies were divided into the Qing army behind and followed them, while the remaining people provided fire cover.

This time the assault was different from the first time. The Qing army invested more people, with nearly 500 people. On the other hand, the Japanese army seemed to be very different from the quality in the first line of defense. The bullets were fired quickly and steadily, and they didn't care about the bullets fired in the enemy's trenches at all. One position was empty and someone immediately filled it up, and the dense bullets were fired uninterrupted.

During the first round of charge, more than 60 people were knocked down by bullets flying from the opposite side. They lay on the ground and moaned in pain. Even Gao Qiaozheng was injured. He was shot on his shoulder and punched a hole in his penetration. He fell to the ground and kept bleeding.

The soldiers were sharp-eyed and unfavorable, and the soldiers who were rushing forward turned around and ran away. The people behind could not hold back, and the two sides were full of emotions, and the scene was in great chaos for a moment; and the Japanese guns and cannons rang out in time and knocked down one more.

Team Zhao was so anxious that he grinned at the back. It was unimaginable that even if he brought people up, he would not have much effect at such a moment. He could only order the soldiers to open fire violently, suppress the enemy's firepower, and create a chance for escape for his comrades.

The soldiers who rushed out retreated like a tide. More than 400 people went out, but less than 300 people came back in a hurry, which was a heavy casualty.

The noon sun shines in the trench, making people itchy all over. Everyone untied the kettle around their waists and drank a few hard mouthfuls. "If this doesn't work, I'd better send someone back and ask for the gunboat to support me?"

"Support is not useful. Didn't you fight just now? It doesn't work even if you are far away; it will blow yourself up even if you are close." A team named Liu was saying, "If you have field cannons or mountain cannons at hand, it won't be like this."

This time, the Qing army landed in Japan carried mountain artillery and field artillery of different calibers, but they were all assigned to the battlefields of Wenhai and Saita. The distant water cannot quench the near thirst, and it is useless to say too much.

A soldier in charge of the alert suddenly lowered his head and whispered, "Sir, someone is coming up."

Everyone stood up and watched. Sure enough, thirty or fifty people were hunched from behind the gentle slope, and walked quickly with their heads down. They all pressed their big hats down, making it difficult for everyone to see their appearance, but their own people were sure. In a moment, these people arrived in front of the trench, bent their knees and jumped off, and the leader bowed to the big man, and even arched his body to talk to others. As soon as they opened their mouths, they cursed, "What's going on with your mother? Why not attack?"

Only then did several teams realize that it was Zhang Yunlan who arrived in person, "Please pay tribute to the military."

"I ask you, why aren't you attacking? What are you waiting for here?"

"Sir, the U-Job is attacking, but the Japanese have very strong firepower and many casualties..."

"Fart! Are there any people who are not killed in war? When I left the capital, the emperor told me not to mention the number of casualties, how many people were killed or injured, how many people were sent to us since the Qing Dynasty! This is what I said to you today. How many people died, how many people I have added to you!"

He cursed in a mess, took out the pocket watch on his chest and looked at it, "It's now..." Although he was wearing a pocket watch, he was just showing off, but he didn't recognize it, and handed it to the personal soldiers beside him, "What time is it now?"

"Twelve-20." Everyone saw it and didn't dare to laugh.

"It's twelve-twenty now. If you can't get the second trench in another fifteen minutes, I will take people up here in person!" He turned around and pointed to the two people standing among the crowd, "Zhou Cheng, Du Xinyuan, the Third and Ninth Camps are your people, you two will take people to rush up for me!"

Zhou and Du were the two battalions' leaders. Hearing this, he agreed loudly, leading several teams to the side and discussing countermeasures. Zhang Yunlan stood there, staring at several people with a frightened face. After a while, everyone scattered, and Zhou Cheng walked to Zhang Yunlan, "The military gate, the humble ones have all been discussed."

"Don't tell me how to fight, just do it." Zhang Yunlan said, "I'll wait for you here, wait until you break through the trench and tell me."

Zhou Cheng and Du Xinyuan nodded and began to arrange battles. The Qing army had no better way. They could only use all their troops to suppress the overall strength and resolve the disadvantages of the battlefield by relying on the advantage of the number of people. It is inevitable that people will die. It depends on who can get God's blessing and survive from the battlefield!

After sorting out the team, Zhou Cheng and Du Xinyuan jumped out of the trench one by one, "Brothers, kill the Japanese pirates with me!"

During this attack, all the remaining combat power of the two battalions of the Qing army was put into use. The total number of soldiers participating in the assault exceeded 700, and they rushed forward in front of the position less than 300 meters wide. Zhou Cheng ran and shouted, "Don't run straight! Don't run straight!"

With the shouts of Guanhai, the Qing soldiers seemed to have a backbone. Although their movements were crowded, they were not chaotic. When they ran to a distance of 200 meters, the Japanese gunshots sounded again, "Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! Tutu! T

The distance of two hundred meters became a trap of death. From time to time, someone was hit and fell to the ground, making a tragic howl. Zhou Cheng and Du Xinyuan were as hard as iron and shouted like thunder, "Don't worry about them, keep running!"

A soldier named Ma from the third company of the Ninth Battalion ran quickly past his injured comrade, "Save me!"

Xiaoma stopped and looked back. It was the soldiers of his team who fell to the ground. The two of them were trained together and went on a battle together. The robes and friendship were deep, and they were struggling to call for help from their bloody palms. How could they just ignore them?

"Pony, what are you doing? Run!"

"The team is in charge? Green camp military system..."

"That must be after the battle is over!" The team was cursing with regret, "Save him now, even you...ah!"

The team was shot in the back of the midfield and fell to the ground with a loud cry. This time, Xiao Ma couldn't ignore it and put the rifle on his shoulder. He bent down to help the two of them up, "Run forward quickly... You don't need you here!"

"The team leader, I'll rush back when you and him are sent back."

The team was grinning in pain. From time to time, they were gasping for a while, "You disobedient boy."

Xiao Ma ignored him. Guan Zi helped the team up with his comrades. The weight of both of them was pressing on him, and even walking became a hard task. This was nothing. Another bullet flew over and hit Xiao Ma's knee bend. The young man cried out in pain, and the three of them turned into a rolling gourd.

"You bastard! I told you about the attack, but you just didn't listen." The team was cursing in a daze, and his voice gradually became lower.

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"One hundred meters left! Run! Run!" Several teams were also yelling with the chief officer, "Run over and kill the Japanese!"

The enemy was getting closer and closer, and a commander of the Japanese brigade knew that as long as the enemy broke through the death zone in front of him, his doomsday would come. Thinking of this, he felt a little panicked. At such a distance, both sides could clearly see each other and delay it would be even more unfavorable. He raised the rifle in his hand and began to aim and shoot.

No matter how strong the Japanese firepower was, it was not possible to launch quickly. Within a few breaths, the fastest Qing soldiers had already rushed into the trench. Without saying a word, they first shot! "Everything! Everything!"

Thirty or fifty soldiers quickly shot out the bullets in their guns. The Japanese soldiers at their sight had turned into a pool of turbid flesh and blood on the ground. After changing to a new magazine, the soldiers kept their feet hunched and began to advance along the trench - the most harsh stage has passed, and what they have to do now is how to kill all these damn Japanese!

The Japanese had a disadvantage in the scene, but they were still very vivid when fighting back. Every hidden place in the trench became a battlefield for fighting against the enemy. Some people actually used the bodies of their companions as cover and continued to shoot.

The battle lasted for fifteen minutes, but the Qing soldiers felt that it seemed as long as a lifetime! All they could see were the bodies of Japanese soldiers wearing mortar khaki uniforms, falling across the sides of the trench. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people feel stuffy in their chests and a strong sense of vomiting.

"Be careful." A team was taking big steps over the body under their feet and turned around to give orders.

"You'd better look at yourself?" A soldier joked with him, "If you fall down, you won't have a sister-in-law to wash your clothes!"

The team was not yet able to speak, but felt that their feet were weak, so they quickly lifted their legs. Before they could see if they accidentally stepped on the Japanese corpse, a gunshot suddenly sounded! A seriously injured and dying Japanese sergeant took out the **** on his waist and fired a shot at him! The bullets shot through his lower body and penetrated through his upper abdomen.

The team was stunned for a moment, looked down and let out a shrill scream, "Ah!"

"What's wrong? Boss? What's wrong?" The comrades behind him quickly followed, and their eyes turned red with a glance, "You beasts!"

He pulled away the seriously injured team, grabbed the enemy sergeant, pulled out the dagger from his boot, pressed it on his throat, and stroked it hard!

The soldiers were covered with blood like a fountain of blood. The sergeant covered his neck with his hands, but he couldn't even make a scream. This knife cut off his throat, trachea and vocal cords!

The soldier threw down his body hatefully and spat hatefully, "Beast!" turned around and ordered, "Everyone is watching, no matter how alive he is. If anyone moves, use a rifle to serve him!" To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations. Monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.


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